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The sun has set, and the steeple looms in the darkness. I climb to the top, shivering all the way. "I've been waiting," you say. "I know," I say, "But I wasn't ready, and besides, my coat wasn't big enough for the two of us." You smile and I open my coat with universes on the inside and wrap it around you. You tell me you like it and ask me where I got it. "In a garage sale," I say. We sit while cupboards open and shut. The tap is still running, but neither of us are worried. "How was your first day back?" you say. I don't reply because all I can think of is the smell of you, all around me. I close my eyes and when I open them you're gone but your smell remains in the air, like a spring yet to come. I look for you, but you're nowhere, so I dive off the steeple and into a sea of faces where no-one is real. They push and pull and I'm stabbing and fighting but it's all so pointless. I see you in the distance; you wave and turn away. I stop because I realize I don't know what happens next. A man taps me on the arm and points towards a flower shop. I buy sunflowers because they're your favorite and rip the heads off them. I cry, but they're not tears, they're sunflower seeds. I crack one open and out hops a little man. "Hello," he says, "How have you been?" "I don't know," I say, "I just got here."